The road beyond the Wakefield Mill splits in two at the dam.
Both directions are rewarding dead ends -- one going to the old cemetery, the other into the Gatineau Hills.
John and I chose the road along the river
and eventually came to the entrance to a nature trail into Gatineau Park.
We both love woodland floors.
John seemed to concentrate on the anthropomorphic qualities of the trees.
whilst I shot the ferns and flowers
like this clump of golden rod thriving in a clearing.
Eventually we headed back to the service road
with its ditches full of wildflowers
and berry-laden shrubs.
There is nothing so restorative as a walk in the woods.